Honeyed Pasture the coldest story ever told

@Constantine

Despite Rannoch’s vow to the sea, the worn child found himself traveling inland and away the life he had come to know. Though he knew he was to stay with the wolves of the bay, he still wondered if he truly was the one that had been promised to the Leviathan. Even if he was learning a great deal about the art of combat, the child felt lost, hopeless, and in need of his family. He was constantly at war with himself, begruding his previous actions darkly. After all, it was his fault that he was here and not at home. 

A frown had settled heavily upon his dark lips as he trekked through the unknown territory. Despite his better judgement, the Benthos kept his head low and his eyes to the ground. At this point, in the midst of his missing his family, he simply didn’t care if anything got to him. If it would help him find a way back to the evergreen forest, he would risk it all.